"Do you
have any idea how hot it is?" Sanzo's low, raspy voice broke the
harmonious monotony of the two's panting. "I was already covered in sweat
earlier; you're just making things worse." His empty complaints fell on
deaf ears.

"Stop
being so grumpy all of the time, 'specially when you're havin' fun," Goku
breathed into Sanzo's ear ever so softly.

"Who said
I was having fun?" Sanzo bluffed as his eyes fell closed.

"Hmm?
Your body did," Goku hummed softly into the crook of Sanzo's neck as he
slid his tongue along Sanzo's collar bone.

"Do you
have any idea how stupid that sounded?" Sanzo's grip on Goku's hair
tightened.

Goku laughed
faintly as he ran his fingers over the taught muscles and moist skin of Sanzo's
abdomen just under his black shirt.

---

It was still the middle of the
day, the sun was beaming through the window behind them. It was the middle of a
sweltering hot summer day, to be precise. Goku had strolled leisurely into
Sanzo's office without paying mind to the fact that Sanzo was attempting to
work. When Sanzo had asked him what he wanted without even taking his eyes off
the scroll he had in his hands, Goku got annoyed. He marched up to Sanzo in his
usual loud and graceless way, grabbed the scroll out of Sanzo's hands, and
rotated the chair Sanzo sat in to make the blonde face him. Sanzo's robes were
untied and hung limply around his waist, his sleeves were peeled off and were
lying haphazardly on the desk, and his short hair was sticking to his forehead
and cheeks as if he had just finished showering. It was a very, very hot day
after all. Ignoring the loud plethora of complaints, Goku set the scroll he had
snatched away onto the desk and climbed up on top of the chair, nestling his
smaller frame on Sanzo's lap. Goku himself was only wearing a pair of cream
colored cargo shorts that went down to his knees, and his long hair had been
clipped up to keep his back cool.

It had only
been moments before Sanzo's anger dwindled down to annoyance, and even less
time for annoyance to give way to arousal. It had merely been a week since he
had given into lust the first time, and this was already the fourth time Goku
had managed to drive him to this point. Goku had always been the type to go
after what he wanted, not caring what others thought or if it was supposed to
be embarrassing. And it was that invigorating freedom that tipped Sanzo over
the edge last week. And when Goku had leaned forward to shorten the distance
between their bodies, Sanzo found himself already falling off that edge again
when he leaned forward himself, capturing Goku's lips with his own.

---

"I still
have work to do," Sanzo huffed as his fingers fiddled with the barrette in
Goku's hair. Despite his protesting, he didn't make a single movement to remove
Goku from his lap.

"You're
always working, Saaanzo," Goku whined, frustration evident in his voice.
He wiggled around in Sanzo's lap, eager to create any form of contact he could.

"That's
because I have a job, not that you have any idea what work is."

"Yeah
yeah," Goku's fingers curled under the smooth fabric of Sanzo's shirt and
pulled it up, bunching it up on Sanzo's chest. Sanzo relented and raised his
arms up, letting Goku pull the shirt off over his head. Goku tossed it onto the
ground behind and returned his touch to Sanzo's flesh. Nimble fingers scanned
over his skin, tracing over rib bones and muscles. "You're still not
stoppin' me." He smiled then, annoying Sanzo to no end.

Sanzo grabbed
onto the belt loops of Goku's shorts and pulled the boy closer, pressing their
bodies together. Sanzo opted to not bother responding, because there was no
point in pretending he wasn't as interested as Goku was. This kid, who had only
been staying with him for a couple of years now, had managed to completely
break through all of his internal barriers and become everything to him. He ran
his finger along Goku's spine, eliciting both a shiver and a throaty groan out
of Goku. And when he raised his hips just barely, Goku practically ripped
Sanzo's hair out.

Goku sighed as
his head fell back, his eyelids fluttered shut and his lips parted. It was like
this each time; Goku became completely engulfed into the smallest of sensations
and the rest of the world didn't matter. All he cared about was feeling as good
as possible, right then and there. He would turn into a being completely driven
by lust. His hands trailed up over Sanzo's chest, curled around his neck, and
combed through his blonde hair.

Sanzo attacked
the open flesh of Goku's neck, nipping and teasing along his throat, causing
Goku to gasp for air. He moved lower and lower, his lips and teeth marring his
skin, leaving small, red dots along the path south. Goku leaned back, Sanzo
firmly holding him up with his hands on his back, granting him access to more
of skin.

"Already?
You're so impatient." Sanzo huffed as he pulled Goku back upright.

Goku opened
his eyes just barely and looked up to Sanzo. His eyes were glossed over and he
looked like he was miles away. His skin was two shades redder than usual, and
his body felt like it could catch on fire at any moment.

Goku looked
completely intoxicated, and Sanzo felt like he was getting drunk just by
touching his body. The first time Goku had come to him like this, he futilely
struggled to ignore the rising heat in his own body. But now, after three times
already this week, it was a mute point. He lost to this boy, and he stopped caring
already. He slithered his hands around from behind Goku to the front and undid
the button on Goku's shorts. Without any instruction, Goku rose up onto his
knees and kicked the shorts off of his legs. He had on now a small pair of
boxers with cherry pattern plastered all over it. Sanzo's mind lingered on the
irony of the boxers for a moment and he stifled a small chuckle.

Goku, who was
still up on his knees, put his hands on Sanzo's shoulders and pushed him
backwards. The chair reclined underneath them, and Sanzo found himself with an
eager Goku on top of him. Goku dipped down and roughly smashed his lips against
Sanzo's. The kiss was heated and sloppy as Goku frantically pleaded for Sanzo
to hurry things along. His tongue darted past lips and teeth, sliding over
Sanzo's tongue and curling up to taste the roof of his mouth.

Sanzo had to
reach up and pry Goku off of his mouth in order to breathe. After a few heavy
breaths, Sanzo licked his lips and looked up at Goku. "Calm down, you're
not going to get anywhere rushing everything."

A frustrated
pout took over Goku's features and he whimpered. He rolled his hips over
Sanzo's; a friendly reminder to Sanzo of his own need. The sensation caused
Sanzo to clamp his eyes shut and choke back a groan. When his grip on Goku's
shoulders loosened from the distraction, Goku raised himself up onto his knees
again and reached down, undoing Sanzo's jeans. In reluctant compliance, Sanzo
raised his body enough for Goku to pull Sanzo's jeans off, letting them land
somewhere else in the room.

Goku then
inched back up Sanzo's body like a rising current; his hands slowly crawling up
his skin and his body following suit. He seemed to be soaking in Sanzo,
drinking in every last inch of his skin as if he were dying of thirst. Even
being on top of the man, Goku was still too short to meet Sanzo eye to eye.
Sanzo cupped firm hands around Goku's ass, lifting him a few inches to sneak
another taste of his lips before he would lose this ability. He learned quickly
to avoid Goku's mouth in the thralls of sex; those teeth are painful.

When Sanzo ran
a single digit over the puckered flesh of Goku's entrance, the boy purred low
in his throat. Every last bit of his body was still sensitive from their previous
night, and his body granted access to Sanzo's fingers immediately as they
slowly penetrated that small pink ring. He voicelessly yelped out and clung to
Sanzo's neck, torn between the awkward pain and the growing pleasure. He
writhed there on top of Sanzo's body, rocking his hips back and forth, manually
forcing Sanzo's speed to quicken. His patience was long gone out the window,
and just barely after Sanzo had inserted a second finger, Goku's moans turned
into pleading whines. "Hurry up… Please…" Goku's voice sounded two
octaves lower than usual, and had an air about it that Sanzo was still not used
to.

Acting on an
almost animalistic instinct, the second Sanzo's fingers pulled back out, Goku's
body pulled up and he had positioned himself above Sanzo's aching, neglected
cock. Sanzo sat up in the chair, pinned between the impossible warmth of Goku
and the sticky leather.

Their eyes
met, a silent conversation floating in the air, swirling around them, saying a
million things without saying a word. Goku thought he could come right then and
there, staring into those eyes that were usually so cold and pointed but were
now soft and vibrant. They remained silent other than their synchronized
panting for several seconds before Goku slowly lowered himself onto Sanzo.

The moment
Sanzo's cock broke through that tight ring of muscle, they both clamped their
eyes shut and gasped for air. Both the feeling of something entering the body,
and the feeling of pushing inside of someone else sent both of the men reeling down
a roller coaster. When Goku had fully sheathed himself on top of Sanzo, he
froze, breathing through the overwhelming sensations. Sanzo left a hand around
Goku's ass while the other hand traveled north quickly to Goku's hair to have
something else to hold onto the boy.

The barrette
had to go though. He undid the clasp and pulled it out of the boy's hair.
Goku's hair fell all over his back and shoulders, sticking to the trails of
sweat that rolled down that bronzed skin. Sanzo was just about the chuck the
hair piece over Goku's shoulder, when a small flash of Hakkai popped up in his
head, and he imagined the creepy way Hakkai would smile at him while lecturing
him for breaking Goku's things. A small shiver crept over his skin as he placed
the hair pin down on the top of the desk delicately.

"Sanzo?"
Goku asked breathily as he opened one eye to look at him, wondering why Sanzo
had suddenly tensed and shuttered.

"Nothing,"
Sanzo replied matter-of-factly, returning his attention to Goku. He arched his
hips just barely, testing the waters. Goku's eye shut instantly and his mouth
fell open, a slow whimper pouring out of his throat. Goku's small hands, which
were pressed against Sanzo's chest, were all that was keeping him from
crumpling over. Sanzo raised his hips once more, this time with more force, and
Goku's head was thrown back as he barked out a loud moan.

By now, four
times in one week, the other monks had stopped coming to Sanzo's room when they
heard such sounds. After walking in on a scene that would probably scar them
for the rest of their lives, they knew to avoid Sanzo's office and bedroom.
Plus, a bullet flying by just two inches from their heads was incentive enough
to give Sanzo his privacy as well.

"Are you
just going to sit there all night?" Sanzo growled out his rhetorical
question and followed it up by snaking his hand around from Goku's ass to his
dick. Goku bit down on his lip and his eyes squeezed tight. "Move
already." Sanzo commanded as he applied pressure to Goku's need that hovered
just under painful.

Goku's head
fell forward, resting on Sanzo's chest. Then, with his knees, he slowly raised
his body upwards. Sanzo's fingers curled around Goku's hair and his eyes
fluttered shut. Goku rose up until he was nearly off of Sanzo, and then slid back
down. The room echoed with their simultaneous groans, Goku's far louder than
Sanzo's. Goku lifted up again and Sanzo's head fell back against the chair.

Goku set his
own pace, eager and needy in his movements. His fingers dully pressed small
bruises into Sanzo's chest, and his cornet dug into his collar bone. This
position wasn't working for Sanzo. Goku was rushing things too much, he
couldn't move much, and the damned leather from the chair was really irritating
his skin. The next time Goku moved up, Sanzo took him off guard and pulled him
up all the way off of him. Goku growled hoarsely at Sanzo, who simply ignored
him. Sanzo then stood up, forcing Goku to get up in the process. He then
grabbed the confused boy by the back of his head and turned him around and
forced him to lean over the desk.

"Wh-what're
you doing!?" Goku shouted in shock as his face was smashed into the wood
of the desk. All confusion disappeared the moment Sanzo forced Goku's legs
apart with his knee. Goku twisted his hips, raising his ass farther into the
air, silently beckoning Sanzo to hurry up.

With his other
hand, Sanzo clutched Goku's ass, spreading his cheeks to grant his access once
more. He then thrusted deep back inside of Goku, slamming him into the desk.
Goku's eyes screwed shut and he nearly screamed out in pleasure. Goku's arms
were too short to reach the other end of the desk, so he clung to whatever his
hands could find. One hand fisted Sanzo's robes that had been draped over the
desk, the other crumpled up a few sheets of paper.

After all of
this was over, Sanzo made a mental note to smack Goku for ruining his
paperwork.

Now with the
control of the tempo, Sanzo set a more thorough, long-term pace with his
thrusts. He let up on Goku's head and leaned over the body beneath him, his
head dangling over Goku's back. He reached under the table and found Goku's
dripping cock. He swiped a few beads of the precome up with his thumb, spread
over his member, and then curled his fingers around it. He matched the pace his
hips made with his hand. He could tell Goku was nearing completion; he was no
longer moaning and calling out Sanzo's name, but screaming out over and over
again every time Sanzo slammed back inside of him. Not that he was a wall of
composure either, he was covered in sweat, he couldn't stop his own moans, and
he couldn't even stand up right anymore, his body enveloping over Goku's.

Sanzo could
hear Goku's limiter scraping along the wood and he just knew that his desk was
ruined.

Goku was
completely in another world. They weren't in China, they weren't in the temple,
they weren't in Sanzo's office, and they weren't fucking on top of Sanzo's
desk. All that existed right now was the feeling of Sanzo inside of him, his
heart pounding in his ears, his throat drying and starting to hurt from his
loud moans, and Sanzo's hand drawing him to the edge.

Sanzo's hand,
and the floor as well, was now covered in hot, sticky come when Goku reached
his orgasm in a flurry of muscle tension and body shutters.

This was
Goku's favorite part. Even during his own orgasm, he was still feeling such
intense pleasure as Sanzo continued to thrust in and out of him, ever faster
and deeper. It was so much sensation at once that he felt like he could die
from this, that his heart was just give out. It was several long moments before
Goku's head unclouded and he came back down to earth, where he was still having
sex. He tried to swallow, to soothe his burning throat, but his own moans
wouldn't give him the chance.

Sanzo grabbed
Goku's hips and pulled him backwards, leaving only his arms left on the desk.
He pulled Goku's body upwards at an angle, Goku's back looking more like a
noodle than a spine. He held onto Goku with one hand on his shoulder and the
other looped around his stomach. His thrusts became quick and he struggled to
keep himself from choking on his own moans. It was when Goku moved his hips
back, adding his own strength to the drive that Sanzo lost. His head fell back
and moaned wantonly as he came deep inside of Goku. He delved a few more times,
riding out his orgasm before falling still, mentally dead to the world.

Goosebumps spread all over
Goku's skin as he felt the warm liquid so deep inside of him. The warmth
reminded him of when he would step into a perfectly hot bath, and he felt like
he could pass out there in the arms of Sanzo. When Sanzo stepped back and
pulled out of him, he couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed. He fell to
his knees in front of the desk, his legs giving out from under him. Sanzo
collapsed as well down onto his chair, panting and trying to catch his breath.

A few minutes
of silence passed before Sanzo moved to grab his pack of cigarettes. Goku had
fallen down all the way onto the floor, lying down on his back under the desk.
He looked up at Sanzo when he heard the familiar sound of the lighter flicking
on. He watched in a dazed state as Sanzo took a long drag of his cigarette,
looking as if it was his first breath of air in a long time. Sanzo then rolled
the chair closer to the desk, ignoring the fact that Goku was under it, and,
while still naked and sticky, went back to his paperwork.

"You're
going back to work?" Goku asked with confusion evident in his voice.

"I told
you, I have work to do. If you're going to stay down there, be quiet and let me
work."

Goku smiled, loving the
way Sanzo would talk to him. To an outsider, Sanzo would seem crass, but Goku
knew the small implications in the way Sanzo would talk to him and only him,
and it always made his heart sing. He pushed himself up onto his butt and
crawled towards Sanzo's legs. He wedged himself between Sanzo's knees and then
proceeded to use Sanzo's lap as a pillow, his arms folded underneath his head.
A few moments later, Sanzo's fingers were combing through his hair gently.